Her personal walls were built pretty high, as a result of her rather unsavory past. College helped, however, as she managed to get into Cambridge on a...scholarship and applied herself to a new field, depth engrained psychology. Specifically, her fascination fixated around how to tie into the two deepest levels of emotion, fear and desire, and manipulate human behavior as a result. Perhaps her fascination and dedication was due to her feeling powerless in her formative years, or perhaps there. ”“I don't know,” I said as I raised up to look her in the face. “It took a little getting used to the taste, but the idea of cleaning you up really excited me, and still does.”“I know, but it just befuddles me,” she quipped.“Befuddles?” I joked. “Think I'll befuddle your pussy.”“You just finished licking your befuddle out of my pussy,” she said. A soft smile came to her face that filled me with warmth.“I love you,” I told her.“And I love you.”After everyone had left, Nancy took a shower while I. A tube was run out to the airlock and when pressure was equalized, the hatch opened and I went out, through the short tube, and into the ship itself. Everything sealed behind me as I had passed."Gig will depart in two minutes. Shuttle returning in one hour and 30 minutes," I heard over the department intercom."Mr. Connor? If you will follow me, the Captain is waiting for you," a young ensign told me.I nodded and told him to lead the way. He did, and it was a bewildering trip to say the least.. She would be perspiring before she had crossed the square! One of the things Sally disliked about Quiggville was that everyone knew your business, since everyone's business was transacted on the square -- bank, doctor's office, finance company or whatever. Hopefully she would not be observed entering the side door that led to the rooms over the bank, although of course she had a perfect right to go there if she wished. She reached the entrance without meeting anyone she knew and let herself.